The noon is drawing near, and you,
Are hungry at this hour.
And there's no sadder beauty, true,
Without a coffee, here, right now!
The evening's drawing near, and you,
Are famished at this hour.
I so desire your dreams, it's true,
To make them real with you, right now!
The night has drawn so near, and you,
Are full of love's desire.
And we shall taste the fruits, it's true,
Of forbidden passion and wine's fire!
The dawn is rising now, and you,
Are lovely, body and soul.
And there's no happier beauty, true,
Than the bed where we are whole!
The sun shines on us once again,
And joy lights up your eyes.
And you are happy in the morn,
Your face with freckles! Not with cries!
Freckles
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